Nightbus
A friend used to live right at the end of a nightbus route, on the very edge of London. At first, we thought we'd never see him, but once he worked out said fact about the nightbus, he was fine - he'd just come out on the piss in town, jump on the bus, have a booze-induced doze on the top deck, and then amble off the nightbus and into bed within five minutes when the driver chucked him off at the end.

It was such a convenient arrangement he used to take the piss out of the rest of us for not having it so cushy:

'Right, we all done for the evening, then? I'll just go and have a nap on the bus while you lot get the tube'

All fine till one extra special night when he over-indulged a bit, passed out completely, and woke up to find someone had robbed him. Weird bit about it ? Not only had they taken his phone and wallet, but also his shoes.

Shoe fetishist? Opportunist who liked his trainers? Terminator appearing from the future on the top-deck of the nightbus?

He was more careful in future, anyhow. Apart from the time he had to wee in a bottle because he didn't want to get off and wait ages for another bus.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:47, Reply)